[Rean might be oblivious but by tomorrow half the town's going to be wondering when they started dating. But it's not being asked about right now, so they can go on having a lovely evening until they're finally ready to head home. Crow throws his arm around Rean's shoulder as they walk, rattling off stories about various wild goofy things he's done (even from the time they were apart), still keeping as much physical contact is as reasonable.

Until they reach the door. Then, as he lets go and turns to open it, it suddenly dawns on him how he's been acting all night. The space between them is cold. The moonlight on Rean's face is fascinating, and standing there looking at his face makes Crow think of all the cheesy romantic moments in novels.

In a novel, this would be the moment they kiss. But instead he abruptly withdraws, yawning overloud and moving to shove his way into the house without bothering to hold the door for Rean.]

Jeez, when did it get so late? I'm beat.